Chapter 50: This Chili Is Quite Naughty

There were not only many people at home, but their appetites were also gradually increasing. If it weren’t for the large wood-fired stove in the kitchen, a single pot of stir-fried dishes wouldn’t even be enough to fill their mouths.

It could also be described as compensatory eating. Before the apocalypse, men and women alike paid close attention to managing their figures, afraid that a moment’s indulgence would make them gain weight. They ate with great restraint and rarely allowed themselves to enjoy food fully.

Now, they could eat freely and had to eat a lot.

Although the apocalypse had only lasted a little over half a month, everyone had already become noticeably plumper.

Wei Suo continuously engraved the azure divine runes of the Yellow Emperor that he hadn’t managed to carve earlier, releasing a constant series of clear, metallic chimes, like the striking of divine iron.

At first, one person’s brain cracked on the spot. The others staggered to their feet, only to see a furious volley of arrows shoot out from the corner.

However, after searching for a long time, I couldn’t find any signs of a recent blockade. I looked helplessly toward Fat Brother and the Evil-Slaying Monk. Upon seeing my gaze, they both shook their heads helplessly.

At Qin Ge’s command, the wooden-spiked tiger wolf charged madly forward. Only then did Shu Zhicai recover from the scene where the Evil Vajra submitted to Qin Ge, increasingly realizing how insignificant his role was compared to Qin Ge’s, who still treated him with great respect. Compared to Yan Chuan’s attitude toward him, it was as if one was in the heavens and the other on earth.

Chen Yun’s eyes were as dark and deep as a black hole, his aura weak, his gaze fixed intently on Nia quietly lying inside the crystal coffin.

Because of this, Qin Ge’s battle spirit swelled again and again. When it reached a peak beyond measure, Qin Ge suddenly felt his body loosen as the battle spirit dispersed—dissipating from every part of his skin, flesh, meridians, and bones, as if he had bathed.

Yun Luo finally came to her senses, realizing that Consort Mei Gui was merely a puppet and that she herself held the true power. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears of ‘gratitude.’

Zhen Lin’s face twitched. Liu Feng had schemed for so long, and only now was the difficulty apparent. It would be hard for them to survive. He pointed at Liu Feng and cursed, “You despicable Liu Feng! The late emperor treated you with kindness, yet how can you be so heartless?”

This would help prevent some landlords and wealthy men from occupying land and mineral resources without developing the minerals beneath.

Immediately, the old lady stopped earning work points, packed her things, and prepared to take the train to visit her second child’s family.

Shi Yuanqiang nodded. Although he was deeply worried inside, he knew that with his abilities, he could hardly be of much help.

“Let’s go, let’s go. I want to eat at your place—I like Chinese food,” William said, pulling Meng Yinyin along without waiting for her consent.

Chen Jing’an suddenly felt strange—why had he so easily trusted a stranger, even if she was a new colleague? He had agreed to let her give him an injection, not even knowing what was inside the syringe.

“What can’t I say? It’s not like I did anything wrong. Why don’t we let everyone judge who’s at fault in this matter?” Zhou Yaping refused to let things rest quietly. For so many years, everyone had criticized her. How was she at fault? If the Li family hadn’t gone too far, she wouldn’t be in this position.

Li Qianzong and Zhao Qianzong wanted to chop more firewood and build more woodpiles, but Dong Xuanwu refused, saying time was limited and they couldn’t exhaust the laborers and soldiers too much.

Afterwards, she went to the state-run restaurant next to the supply and marketing cooperative, intending to try another eatery nearby, but she met another setback. They required meal tickets and ration coupons, and she didn’t have a single one. In other words, storing grain in her space was correct, but outside, even with money, she couldn’t get a meal.

Although countless writers nowadays hardly care about rhetoric, using metaphors, plain descriptions, or allusions without much thought, it was clear this author had put considerable effort into their work.

However, just as Qin Zheng had already dodged the ruler, it suddenly appeared from nowhere, silently falling and striking his forehead squarely. Qin Zheng cried out in pain and staggered back two steps.